‘Again and again…’
Callie clucked her tongue. ‘Poor Hunter. You must be feeling very frustrated right now.’ Hunter watched her reach behind her with one hand, unclasping her bra. She caved in her shoulders and the flimsy, lacy garment slid down her arms tauntingly-slowly. She tossed it, and the shadows of her breasts jostled from the movement. The effect that movement had on Hunter was instantaneous. He actually groaned and reached down to adjust himself where his jeans had become too tight. ‘That bad huh?’ Callie teased.
‘Huh? What?’ Hunter realized that he’d actually made that sound out loud just as Callie’s silhouette turned his way. He dropped to the carpet of his room like he was being shot at, silently mouthing: ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ Over and over again. His heart was going to fracture the floorboards beneath the underlay if it pounded any harder!
‘Eek!’ A squeak sounded down Callie’s end of the line. ‘Oh! Oh you’re not at your window- thank goodness!’ She giggled and he heard her breath pant as she moved quickly, most likely out of sight. ‘I left my curtains open while I changed! That could have been shame!’ He heard a self-conscious giggle and then the swish of her curtains sliding across their tracks. ‘Are you still there? What was that thud?’
‘I took off my shoes- I’m lying in bed.’ Actually, I’m just lying. He thought, supporting his head which felt twice as heavy as usual with his lecherous thoughts. ‘So… did you have fun tonight?’ He asked, trying to change the subject and pressing his back to the wall behind him. Callie Clay was his friend, and that was the only thing he wanted her to be. He’d never spy on her like that again, even if it meant that he had to shove his bookshelf across his window to ensure it.
‘It was okay. A bit weird- I’ll tell you in school on Monday.’
‘Oh... so we’re not going to Wolf’s Breath for the open mic thing tomorrow night?’ He was surprised at how disappointed he suddenly felt.
‘Nah I can’t. I have a rehearsal tomorrow and Sunday; eight hours all up, and an English paper due. Which is why I would have preferred to just stay home with you guys and listen to your music tonight, you know?’
Hunter grinned, knowing that she actually meant that. Callie never lied to them; if they were off or out of tune, she’d always just say it. Music wasn’t just what she listened to, it was who she was, and she didn’t let anyone wreck it for her, not even her best friends. If she said they were good, then it meant they were good.
‘I would have liked that too,’ he admitted, and it was only half a lie. He would have liked to spend the night with his mates as always, but he’d enjoyed making out with Meredith too. Oh well, it looked like he’d have some free time to hang out with her over the weekend, if Cal was going to be so busy.
Callie yawned for the third time. ‘Anyway, I’m going to go to bed, okay?’ He heard her bedsprings squeak. ‘Sweet dreams.’
‘Sweet sleep.’
She chuckled at his standard evening farewell. ‘Thanks buddy.’
Hunter disconnected the call then immediately turned and looked over at her window, relieved to find it dark. And yet he was preoccupied by thoughts of Callie all the same as it occurred to him that though she had taken her clothes off, he hadn’t heard her open a drawer to grab something to put on. His face went hot. Was it possible that his tomboy friend, actually slept in sheets and nothing else?
Hunter groaned and pegged the phone onto a pile of dirty washing under his lava lamp, knowing that his dreams were probably going to be so sweet that he’d never be able to hear the song Too Close again, or look Meredith or Callie in the eye for days.
4.
Ryan and Callie were sitting silently across from one another at their usual table a few weeks later, both eating the sandwiches they’d brought from home, and both glancing across the campus to the concrete
Callie clucked her tongue. ‘Poor Hunter. You must be feeling very frustrated right now.’ Hunter watched her reach behind her with one hand, unclasping her bra. She caved in her shoulders and the flimsy, lacy garment slid down her arms tauntingly-slowly. She tossed it, and the shadows of her breasts jostled from the movement. The effect that movement had on Hunter was instantaneous. He actually groaned and reached down to adjust himself where his jeans had become too tight. ‘That bad huh?’ Callie teased.
‘Huh? What?’ Hunter realized that he’d actually made that sound out loud just as Callie’s silhouette turned his way. He dropped to the carpet of his room like he was being shot at, silently mouthing: ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ Over and over again. His heart was going to fracture the floorboards beneath the underlay if it pounded any harder!
‘Eek!’ A squeak sounded down Callie’s end of the line. ‘Oh! Oh you’re not at your window- thank goodness!’ She giggled and he heard her breath pant as she moved quickly, most likely out of sight. ‘I left my curtains open while I changed! That could have been shame!’ He heard a self-conscious giggle and then the swish of her curtains sliding across their tracks. ‘Are you still there? What was that thud?’
‘I took off my shoes- I’m lying in bed.’ Actually, I’m just lying. He thought, supporting his head which felt twice as heavy as usual with his lecherous thoughts. ‘So… did you have fun tonight?’ He asked, trying to change the subject and pressing his back to the wall behind him. Callie Clay was his friend, and that was the only thing he wanted her to be. He’d never spy on her like that again, even if it meant that he had to shove his bookshelf across his window to ensure it.
‘It was okay. A bit weird- I’ll tell you in school on Monday.’
‘Oh... so we’re not going to Wolf’s Breath for the open mic thing tomorrow night?’ He was surprised at how disappointed he suddenly felt.
‘Nah I can’t. I have a rehearsal tomorrow and Sunday; eight hours all up, and an English paper due. Which is why I would have preferred to just stay home with you guys and listen to your music tonight, you know?’
Hunter grinned, knowing that she actually meant that. Callie never lied to them; if they were off or out of tune, she’d always just say it. Music wasn’t just what she listened to, it was who she was, and she didn’t let anyone wreck it for her, not even her best friends. If she said they were good, then it meant they were good.
‘I would have liked that too,’ he admitted, and it was only half a lie. He would have liked to spend the night with his mates as always, but he’d enjoyed making out with Meredith too. Oh well, it looked like he’d have some free time to hang out with her over the weekend, if Cal was going to be so busy.
Callie yawned for the third time. ‘Anyway, I’m going to go to bed, okay?’ He heard her bedsprings squeak. ‘Sweet dreams.’
‘Sweet sleep.’
She chuckled at his standard evening farewell. ‘Thanks buddy.’
Hunter disconnected the call then immediately turned and looked over at her window, relieved to find it dark. And yet he was preoccupied by thoughts of Callie all the same as it occurred to him that though she had taken her clothes off, he hadn’t heard her open a drawer to grab something to put on. His face went hot. Was it possible that his tomboy friend, actually slept in sheets and nothing else?
Hunter groaned and pegged the phone onto a pile of dirty washing under his lava lamp, knowing that his dreams were probably going to be so sweet that he’d never be able to hear the song Too Close again, or look Meredith or Callie in the eye for days.
4.
Ryan and Callie were sitting silently across from one another at their usual table a few weeks later, both eating the sandwiches they’d brought from home, and both glancing across the campus to the concrete
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